The hungry fingerprint expert recorded a conversation in the playground for the hunter. He goes around and questions different people to see what happened. He wanted to find out answers, and he wanted to find out the truth. He wasn't going to sleep at night until he figured out what really happened on the playground that day. He investgated everything that he could possibly find. Finally, a clue. It seemed like a normal night, one that was unsuspecting. But something went on that night. Again, in the playground, the light sparkled, and a bang. Once. Twice. Four times this occured, but the expert was at a distance, as to not scare whatever it was hat was there. Then it was gone. He slowly, stealthily moved toward it, and found nothing. Not a single clue. Was his recorded conversation going to do anything? He had no idea. As was planned, he put the record tape on the ground, in a ditch by the swings. He then filled the ditch in. "I really hope this hunter knows what he's doing" he said, conforting himself. About to walk away, he remembered to put the note. Dear Nikdaer. Whatever is on this recording, you use may to your advantage. I only hope you are able to expose the culprit of these midnight flashes. Whoever or whatever is doing this has left no traces, yet when I walk onto these grounds, I am overcome with a sense of fear. HE MUST BE STOPPED. Signed --- Glickemo. That would have to do. The terms were set; Failure would not be tolerated. He needed to be paid, he was in enough debt already. His stomach growled, and unpleasent reminder of how much this job mattered to him.
Glickemo grogily walked into the play ground the next day. He had not received a wink of sleep the previous night, and couldnt focus on anything other than the past events at the play ground. He dragged his feet over to the swingset and begun digging, but unfortunaly for him, the recorded conversation was not there.
He had no idea what had happened to it and was fearful of this. He realized he was not alone. Someone else was in on this plan. The hunter's life was suddenly at risk.
The hungry fingerprint expert recorded a conversation in the playground for the hunter. He goes around and questions different people to see what happened. He wanted to find out answers, and he wanted to find out the truth. He wasn't going to sleep at night until he figured out what really happened on the playground that day. He investgated everything that he could possibly find. Finally, a clue. It seemed like a normal night, one that was unsuspecting. But something went on that night. Again, in the playground, the light sparkled, and a bang. Once. Twice. Four times this occured, but the expert was at a distance, as to not scare whatever it was hat was there. Then it was gone. He slowly, stealthily moved toward it, and found nothing. Not a single clue. Was his recorded conversation going to do anything? He had no idea. As was planned, he put the record tape on the ground, in a ditch by the swings. He then filled the ditch in. "I really hope this hunter knows what he's doing" he said, conforting himself. About to walk away, he remembered to put the note. Dear Nikdaer. Whatever is on this recording, you use may to your advantage. I only hope you are able to expose the culprit of these midnight flashes. Whoever or whatever is doing this has left no traces, yet when I walk onto these grounds, I am overcome with a sense of fear. HE MUST BE STOPPED. Signed --- Glickemo. That would have to do. The terms were set; Failure would not be tolerated. He needed to be paid, he was in enough debt already. His stomach growled, and unpleasent reminder of how much this job mattered to him.
Glickemo grogily walked into the play ground the next day. He had not received a wink of sleep the previous night, and couldnt focus on anything other than the past events at the play ground. He dragged his feet over to the swingset and begun digging, but unfortunaly for him, the recorded conversation was not there.
He had no idea what had happened to it and was fearful of this. He realized he was not alone. Someone else was in on this plan. The hunter's life was suddenly at risk.